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First off, some begging. Please subscribe to my blog, send on to friends, save and read, read, read. Thank you kindly.

That said, I have some good news. Regarding my Orphanage/Center for children with Disabilities: The prefet of Baham has agreed to hold a conference with the elites to give us the neighboring parcel of land. Brilliant. Not only this, we found an engineer who surveyed the land and sent his plans to an architect, for a much better price. Zacharie (director) took out a loan to pay for it himself. Sustainability. By next week, could the proposal be sent to Peace Corps administration for approval? Does this mean that in two weeks it will be posted on the website, open for all to send in what they will? Let’s hope! We have our work cut out for us to put these buildings up and children inside, but I have faith that we can do it.

Now for a little gentle bitching. I work in a community of 50,000 people (at least) and this means that I cannot work with everyone all the time. In my village it is normal to give someone a hard time if you haven’t seen them for a couple days. For instance, you might say to someone, “You’ve abandoned me! I never see you!” Well, I’m getting sick of it, frankly. I know they mean nothing by it, but how dare someone who hardly knows you to try to insinuate that you’ve abandoned your work, when you’ve been working on several projects like I have. Well, I’m just going to start doing it to people myself. Giving it out, instead of absorbing the negativity all the time. Will I be a tougher, newer, improved Liz after this experience. I certainly hope so!

And finally, I leave you with a photo taken this week during an apiculture class given to a group I work with by CIPCRE a pretty awesome organization in Bafoussam. Go bees!

Alphonse and Jean Daniel demonstrate modern beekeeping with Kenyan Hives.

The small minority of people who are able to stay in relationships for years on end are the ones who realize—or most likely just understand on an intuitive level—that they are shacked up with a fallible human. They are going to have many things about them that are unpleasant.

As I sat and contemplated all of this and the loss of my own father to a tragic suicide when I was only eight years old, I began to comprehend that I was (and still am) guilty of making unfavorable choices, especially